good short stories
  • Home Page
  • Book Details
    • Book Reviews
    • Events
  • About the author
  • Contact
  • Just transient gibberings - a blog
  • Links
  • Humour
  • Walking
  • Philosophical
  • Cautionary
  • Lifeboats
    • Lifeboat Gallery
  • Fire
  • For Children
  • Gallery
    • Gallery 2
  • Rupert says...
  • Sacrifice
  • Captions and photos
  • Little Mermaid

Gloves in Boots

14/4/2014

0 Comments

 
Picture
I'm sure there are many things we could write about gloves in boots . . .  a sequel to puss in boots perhaps.
But today I'd like to remember a good fire officer colleague who has not been with us for many a year now. 
We all had fire kit; Boots, Helmet, Tunic and over trousers ... oh and gloves too.
We worked in the fire/smoke house where temperatures would often be over 100 degrees Centigrade. In consequence your gloves would be soaked in sweat. Now that's not such a bad thing if the sweat is yours, but John had the habit of borrowing other people's gloves, it didn't matter whose, anyone's would do.
Nothing much seemed worse to us when we were next to enter the fire building for an exercise and discover cold damp gloves on our hands ... soaked in John's sweat. You cannot deny he was a hard worker, diligent, long serving, honest and reliable. You could rely on him to have used your gloves !
What some of the other officers did was find an old pair of gloves and join them together with a long piece of string to each, then thread the string through the sleeves of John's tunic. So when he went to pick up his tunic, a pair of gloves hung from his sleeves . . .  just like a mother does for a very young child.  It was a good day that day of gloves in sleeves.
0 Comments

    Author

    Mmmm, I think you know too much already, but what the hell. . .  retired firefighter, martial artist and self thought philosopher, some say cynic, some say skeptic, some know the truth.  . . . most never will. 

    Archives

    January 2020
    August 2019
    January 2019
    December 2018
    November 2018
    November 2017
    March 2017
    February 2017
    July 2015
    June 2015
    May 2015
    March 2015
    February 2015
    January 2015
    December 2014
    November 2014
    October 2014
    September 2014
    August 2014
    July 2014
    June 2014
    May 2014
    April 2014
    March 2014
    February 2014
    January 2014
    December 2013
    November 2013
    September 2013
    August 2013
    June 2013
    May 2013
    April 2013
    March 2013
    February 2013
    January 2013
    December 2012
    November 2012
    October 2012
    September 2012
    August 2012
    July 2012
    June 2012
    May 2012
    April 2012

    Categories

    All
    Aikido The Search.
    A Spark Of Life?
    Bath Time
    Bees Wax Candle
    Birds Of A Feather?
    Bog In Boots Pantomime
    Castle Of St George
    Cloud Shark
    Crossing Bridges
    Decision
    Destiny
    Divine Oneness
    Drive By Shooting
    Ducks On The Hill
    Early Snowmobile
    Enlightenment?
    Estate Agent Speak
    Expectation
    Expectation; The Return
    Faces In The Clouds
    Fear And The Abyss
    Field Of Moss
    Forever Changing
    Forget-me-not
    Gem On The Path
    Giant In Clouds.
    Gloves In Boots
    Great Posters
    Heart And Soul
    Heart Of Oak
    Ice Anemones
    Is This The Somme 1915?
    Jessica Hettie To Lundy
    Kathleen And May
    Let Disease Feel The Fear.
    Life
    Life In Stone
    Light And Dark
    Love And Dreams
    Message In A Bottle
    Music To My Ears
    Nature's Bounty.
    Not Alone
    Not Just Snow
    Old Church New Ways
    Peace To Read
    Pen And Sword
    Piano Blues
    Prison
    Reflecting On Life
    Rupert's Death
    Sat Nav
    See What You Want To See.
    Souls To Save
    Stepping Stones
    Surprise On The Horizon
    Sweat Lodge
    Tai Sai Celebration
    Tamar Bridge
    The Artist Revealed
    The Sun From The Salt Marsh
    Unwritten Letter
    Waiting For Dinner
    When The Wind Blows

    RSS Feed

Picture

​​,

​​'That, which we often blindly seek, ​is in truth,
that within us, which is the seeker itself and always was.
It is the seeker in ourselves, we seek.'
​When you know this, you will be changed forever.

                                             RJS